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February 11, 1931

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 12

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FEBRUARY 11 1931 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE MAD LAUGHTER A THRILLING MYSTERY STORY by MILES BURTON BEAD THIS FIRST: The famous diamond necklace of lady Hardway is stolen by Thomas Herridge, a notorious crook, In London. Slinking along tho street after the robbery, Herridge is accosted bv ;two men, who handcuff him, take the diamonds and promise to take him to Scotland Yard for questioning. On the way, the burglar suddenly leaps out of the car and escapes into the fog:. To free himself of tho handcuffs, Herridge makes for the home of Ginger Murdoch; another crook. He stumbles into u . policeman. Herridge explains thi handcuffs by saying ho had worn them on a bet. The policeman, however takes him to a police station. A sergeant there does not recogntau him. Herridge tells a story of having a wife and children in Wigan, a suburb, altho his dialect is London cockney. The sergeant summons Inspector Brooks, who recognizes [M Herridge. Later Dick ' I'enliumptoti * is called to Scotland Yard office of Sir Cedric Conway, assistant police commissioner, to tell of the robbery to Inspector Brooks. Dick Is Lord Hardway's brother-in-law. Inspector . Brooks requests of Sir Cedric the right to question Dick. With Her- i-idge in jail; Brooks determines to · run down some clues. CHAPTER 7 It was early yet, too early for the /work Inspector Brooks had planned for himself. He walked on slowly, until he came to the entrance of · London Dock. Here he paused again, leaning on the low wall which guarded the lock gates. On his right was the river, a constellation of lights; the riding lights of barges, the red and green side lights of the unnumbered craft which filled the Pool of London. On his left was .the dock, a placid sheet of ebony colored water, from which towered up a forest of tapering masts, faintly seen as a delicate tracery against the dim light of the sky. It seemed to him as though the sea with all its mystery had thrust an intruding arm into the reluctant dominion of the land, crushing back before it all the squalor of narrow streets and crowded buildings. In the faint light, growing ever fainter, this dark, illimitable expanse might have been some secret land-locked ,harbor, where weary silent ships /might find their resting-place. Brooks pulled out his watch and icighed. Time was creeping on, his ^business lay not with the sea and its romance, but with the men who toiled and plotted unseen in the , maze of narrow streets which spread away for miles north and south of the river. He walked briskly on into Wapping High Street, until he came to a small and unpretentious public-house, with the unexpected sign of the Margate fJetty. . The windows of the bar were so niow that he had no difficulty in looking down thru them at the £? group round the counter. He sauut-- ered past the place, his quick eyes scanning the customers within. He " recognized some of them, and grunted softly with satisfaction. Then he turned sharply down a narrow alleyway, which ended in a flight of steps leading down into the turbid waters of the river. ~He stood here for a few minutes, gazing abstractedly across to the .opposite shore. The dim form of R motor-launch swept swiftiy past him, cleaving the water silently and making- a wash which broke on the steps at his feet in a series of miniature waves. A police launch, bound on the same errand as himself, the protection of the millions to whom crime and criminals were as some romantic survival of the Middle Ages. Brooks smiled. Precious little romance about the life J of a. policeman, if the truth were known. Danger perhaps; it was the spice of danger that alone made tolerable the long hours of weary i,vigil. But romance, no. With a shrug of his shoulders he cast these discursive thoughts behind him, and became once more the single-minded searcher for information. He turned on his heel and made his way back to the Margate Jetty, entering It by a narrow door upon which was displayed the legend "Saloon Bar." He wished a cheery good evening to the group of men assembled there and walked up to the counter, behind which a woman in the earl^ thirties was again," she said. "The usual?" Brooks nodded, and she put up a foaming glass of beer before him. He nodded to her, drank a few mouthfuls and retired to a corner of the room. The Margate Jetty was more like an old-fashioned inn in the heart of the country than a London public house. The low and blackened ceiling was traveised by old oak beams, and the room was lighted by a couple of dim ga3 lights. Queer old prints shared the wall space with flaring advertisements of beer and cigarets. The par lition separating the saloon from the public bar was so low that, when standing up, Brooks could see ove;- it without difficulty. A single glance at the compunv told him all he wished to know. The group of men in the saloon were obviously the skippers of barges, squat, mufflered men, who said little and absorbed their beer as tho it were some solemn rite. In the public bar was a more nondescript collection; a couple of watermen, a few dock laborers and a sprinkling of lorry-drivers, waiting until it was time to go on night-shift. Four of these were playing darts to the accompaniment of much ribald chaff and the strains of an ancient gramophone. Brooks glanced at the clock. It was barely eight o'clock. He sat quietly in his coiner fo a while, then approached the count er once more and beckoned to the girl. "I say, is the guv'nor in this evening ?" She glanced at him swiftly- "¥es, do you want to see him?" sue replied. Brooks nodded, and without word she lifted the flap of the counter and let him thru. He passed down a short passage and opeuei the door of a small room, in which was a heavy, jovial-looking man, reading the racing columns of an evening paper. "Good evening, Mr. Hopkins," said the inspector. "Why, good evening, Mr. Brooks," exclaimed the man warmly. "Haven't seen you for weeks. Going to have a drinlc?" "I've just had one thanks," replied Brooks, just wondering if I might sit in the old place for a bit. By the way, was Pussy Herridge in here last night?" "Pussy? No, I haven't seen since the night before last," replied Mr. Hopkins. "There was some of his pals in yesterday, tho. Of course, you can sit where you like, Mr. Brooks." "Right, I'll 'find my way, don't you worry," said the inspector. He picked up a chair and opened a door at the far end of "the room. It led into a dark cupboard, but as soon as the door was opened, the noise of voices in the bar became suddenly more distinct. Brooks the cupboard, shut the door behinu him and sat himself down on thp. chair he had brot with him. MUGGS McGINNIS Think Twice Before You Speak [Sitting by a cheerful fire, engaged I /upon some complicated exercises j ano the r "reas7uringly. J/ "rie''go I with a crochet hook. . d u , ht D *|/ n , t fase She looked up as he approached. £ ; t h e ° a p a r ? Daring burglary Good evenmg," she said bnghtly. , Mavfalr. famous Hardway dia- "You don't mind if I fimsh my row, monds - atol e n . and all that." He had discovered this point ol vantage years ago when he was ti sergeant in this district. The cupboard was used as a larder, and at some time, to give it ventilation, a series of holes had been pierced in the wooden partition which divided it from an alcove leading off the bar. The partition had subsequently been papered over on the bar side, which . made the holes useless for ventilation purposes, without interfering with the value of the cupboard as a sound box. The minutes passed very slowly in that confined space, until the in. spector began to fear that he was to be disappointed. This, he knew, was not the sole, tho the favorite, rendezvous of the gang of which he suspected Pussy Herridge of being a member. But at last there came a sound of men entering the alcove, and the clink of their glasses. · Brooks could hear every word of their conversation, altho it was carried on in subdued tones. The lan- uage they used was a queer argot, wholly, incomprehensible to (he ordinary person, but. clear as crystal to the experienced inspector. He smiled grimly once or twice, and stored away a stray fact. or two. which might some day be put to r useful"' purpose, in his retentive memory. But for a while he heard no word of what he had come to learn. The name came out suddenly in a pause in the conversation. "Pussy's late," said a laconic voice. "Oh, he'll turn up, you bet," said t the you see t'ae do you?" "Hand it over and I'll finish it for you," replied Brooks. "A little variation in the pattern wouldn't hurt." Here you are then," said the girl, passing" him the wark. "Coo, if I couldn't crochet any faster than that, I shouldn't have anything to wear! No, atop it! Take care, 'you'll drop all the stitches--" She snatched it back from him and put it aside. "There, you don't catch me letting you have that CHAFING ^^ Even in most aggravaied cases, comfort follows the healing touch of Resinol come* from within. "Garn, he must have had a cushy job with- a fog like that. Wonder where he's got to. tho?" "Weil, he can't have been copped, or the paper would have said so. He'll be along presently." "I'm not altogether happy about our Pussy," chimed in a voice which . had not hitherto taken part in tho | discussion. "What if he's gone of' with the stuff all on his own ?" "Pussy? Not he. He hasn't got I the guts. He wouldn't dare double- ' cross us like that." "No, but there's another tiling said the previous speaker. "We were not the only ones thnt had our eyes on that job. Listen!" There was a faint rustling us the men drew closer together. Then, in a whisper so faint that Brooks could scarcely hear the words, the voice continued: "Pussy was up against it. I didn't say anything, for fear he would.get the wind up and back out. But I know what I know. There was some one else alter the Hardway diamonds last night, anil when that bloke wants a thing, he usually gets it." "Who d'you mean?" whispered a voice anxiously. "Why the Funny Toff, who else ?' wan the reply which thrilled Inspector Brooks to the very center of hig being. (TO BE CONTINUED) THERE TAKE. THAT !! MOUJ,U)|LLVA FUSUT? |i Vfol/RE AFRA15T6 FlGI-tT f -THAT'S UIUAT!! A =!! UTTV-E Too QUICK , p 'WITH ME 4 SISTER uwr-LET MG.!!« A \ MOPE r-lE. /f "WIFE' DOM'T / s\=3_ rv\e -ro '·L OUT KER - l WANT THE UP TO THE HOUSE. TAKE. A. 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